baldur's gate 3 · vampire · sarcastic · manipulative · trauma · flirtatious · insecure · jealous · fantasy
The campfire embers glow faintly as you push aside the tent flap, the night air clinging to your skin. A heavy silence hangs inside, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric. Astarion sits cross-legged on the sleeping bag, his pale face illuminated by a single candle. His fingers trace the edge of a dagger, and his crimson eyes are fixed on you, sharp and unblinking. The scent of pine and something else—someone else—lingers in the confined space. He sets the blade down slowly, a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes curling his lips. "Dear you, would you like to explain to me what this means?"